#arcane claggor

[eriochromatic]

lazy mornings at the Last Drop ☕☀️

[crinbyignby]

Adding these guys to the mix whoops

When the plot has four dumbass siblings who mess with each other

[misswynters]

Big Bear

short drabble

featuring. Claggor x reader

a/n. ew this is celery (idk why i wrote this, enjoy my cringiness for claggor)

Zaun was always a city of noise, of heat, and of endless motion. It was a place where the streets hummed with the clanging of machines, the echo of heavy boots, and the constant pulse of life. But in the midst of it all, you always found peace in Claggor's company.

You and Claggor had always been close, but over time, the bond between you grew into something more. He was a big guy, towering over most people with broad shoulders and arms that were built for lifting heavy things. But despite his rough appearance, you had always known there was more to him. There was a softness to his heart, a tenderness in the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching.

The way he’d chuckle softly at your jokes, the way he’d make sure you were always safe. You admired his quiet strength, the way he moved through the world with purpose. You could always rely on him, whether it was to help you carry something or to keep you safe when the world felt too overwhelming.

One day, you were hanging out in the corner of a rundown tavern, sipping a cup of warm cider to combat the chill of Zaun's weather. The others were nearby: Jinx, Vi, and the rest of the crew. However, you found yourself drawn to Claggor’s presence. He was leaning against a pillar, looking out over the others, but his eyes were always coming back to you, just to make sure you were alright.

You were tiny compared to him, a little more delicate than most, but you had never let it stop you. You often joked about how the rest of the crew treated you like their little sibling, but Claggor’s attention was always different. He treated you like you were something to be cared for. And you never minded it.

"Hey, what's up?" Claggor asked, walking over to you with that characteristic smile on his face.

You tilted your head back, catching the glint of amusement in his eyes. "Nothing much. Just thinking." You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink.

Claggor raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his massive frame towering over you. "Thinking, huh?" He crouched down to your level, his eyes softening as they met yours. “About what?”

You sighed, looking up at him with a smirk. “How you’re so huge, Claggor. I don’t even know how you can fit in places sometimes."

His laugh came out low and rumbling, the sound somehow making you feel warm inside. "You’re the one who needs to watch out, not me. I’m a lot bigger than I look."

That was true. His arms were thick with muscle, and the biceps that you’d once admired now seemed to pulse with strength as he flexed them playfully. The sight made something inside of you stir. There was something undeniably magnetic about the way he carried himself. His physical strength, his imposing size, it was all so gentle with you.

Before you could think too much about it, Claggor’s large hand reached out, curling around your waist as he effortlessly lifted you off your feet with a single arm. The move was so natural, so fluid, that it took you by surprise, and you found yourself gasping a little. "Wha—Claggor!" You laughed, trying to keep yourself steady, your hands resting lightly on his forearm.

His grin widened, and he held you even closer, pulling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing. “Told you, you need to watch out for me. You’re so tiny, it’s like picking up a feather.”

You were surprised by how easily he could lift you, his big arms cradling your body like you were nothing. It felt both safe and dizzying, his touch so secure but also sending a rush of warmth through your body. He smelled like sweat, metal, and the faintest hint of something musky.

"You’re so strong," you whispered, unable to help yourself as you gazed up at him. His muscles flexed beneath your hands, and your heart skipped a beat.

Claggor’s face softened as he looked down at you, his eyes flickering with something deeper than his usual teasing. “I’m strong because I have to be," he said, his voice quieter now. "But with you... I don’t need to show off. You make me want to be gentler."

You felt your heart swell at his words, the sincerity in his voice pulling you in. You leaned in slightly, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. His grip on you tightened, pulling you closer still.

"Youre such a softie, Claggor," you whispered, your voice soft, barely above a breath. "Like a cuddly teddy bear."

Claggor's grin widened, and he let out a soft laugh. "Guess that makes you my favorite person to spoil," he said, his tone full of warmth. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. "You’ve got a way of making me feel like I can be soft and still be enough."

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you let out a quiet, contented sigh. There was something so comforting in his presence, in the way he held you. In his arms, you felt small, sure, but you also felt like the most important person in the world to him.

"Claggor," you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

His gaze softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The connection was so tender, so full of quiet affection, that you almost didn’t want it to end. But when it did, Claggor pulled back just slightly, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“I don’t have to try too hard, do I?” he teased, his voice low, warm, and full of affection.

“No,” you said softly, reaching up to touch his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. “You never have to try too hard.”

His gaze darkened just a little, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he pulled you closer again. This kiss was deeper, slower, and it left you breathless. You couldn’t help but melt into it, feeling his strong arms around you, his body pressing you close in a way that made you feel safe and cared for.

When he pulled back, he smiled at you again, a soft, loving smile that melted your heart. “I’ll always be here, y’know. To keep you safe, to make you feel special.”

You smiled up at him, your heart racing. “Of course, Claggor. I know.”

And in that moment, you didn’t need anything more than the quiet certainty that he would always be by your side, his strength and tenderness a perfect balance for your own quieter nature. In his arms, you had everything you needed. His love, his strong arms and most importantly his wonderful big heart.

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[white-wolf-buckaroo]

Takes one to know one

A dad!Vander fic (with my og character, Luna, Vander's fifth adopted child)

Set before Act 1.1.

Masterlist: there you go

Disclaimer: english ain't my first language folks

Powder was best friends with Ekko.

The two of them were inseparable, always whispering secrets, inventing games, or daring each other to do something ridiculous. When Powder wasn’t with Vi, she was with Ekko, and everyone knew it.

Vi had Mylo—though they bickered like they were sworn enemies half the time—and Claggor, who balanced them both out with his quiet, steady presence. Even Vander had Benzo, someone he could talk to over drinks at the bar, a friend he trusted like a brother.

It seemed like everyone had someone.

Except Luna.

She didn’t mind most of the time. She loved to spend time with her siblings and her father, and when they were busy, she was good at keeping herself busy, filling pages with her drawings and wandering the streets of the Lanes on her own little adventures. But sometimes, when she watched Powder and Ekko disappear into a corner giggling, or Vi and Mylo roaring with laughter over some game, it stung a little. Like a quiet ache she didn’t know how to fix.

Until one day.

It was one of those days where the border between the Undercity and Piltover seemed thin—where the factories weren’t quite so loud, and the smog didn’t hang so heavy in the air. Luna had wandered farther than usual, past the familiar alleys and rickety bridges, until she found herself in a place that didn’t quite feel like the Undercity anymore.

The ground was cleaner, less cluttered with broken glass or bits of scrap metal, and the faint hum of Piltover’s machines could be heard in the distance. A cluster of trees grew stubbornly nearby, roots twisting up through cracks in the pavement. Luna crouched beneath one, scribbling furiously in her notebook, when she heard it—soft footsteps approaching.

She froze, gripping her pencil tightly. Someone was there.

“Hey.”

The voice made her jump. Luna’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the boy standing a few feet away. He looked to be a little older than her, maybe by a year or two, with messy dark hair and bright blue eyes that seemed too clear and clean to belong to anyone from the Undercity.

He wasn’t like her. She knew it right away.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Luna said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

The boy tilted his head, frowning slightly. “Neither are you.”

“I live here,” she shot back, even though it wasn’t exactly true—here wasn’t quite the Undercity, but it wasn’t Piltover either. It was somewhere in between, like a forgotten pocket of space.

The boy shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I go where I want.”

Luna stared at him, still wary. He didn’t look dangerous, but he didn’t look like anyone she’d ever met before, either. His clothes weren’t fancy like the Pilties who wandered too far down, but they were clean, and his shoes didn’t have holes in them.

“You’re from up there,” she said, pointing vaguely toward Piltover.

“Is that a problem?” the boy shot back, though there was no bite in his voice. “What’s your name?”

Luna hesitated. Vander had always told her not to talk to strangers—especially anyone from Piltover. But this boy didn’t seem like he was looking for trouble… Right?

“Lu,” she said finally, deciding that her nickname would be a good choice in between. “What’s yours?”

“Seb,” he replied, rocking back on his heels.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Seb glanced at the notebook in her hands, his curiosity obvious. “What’re you drawing?”

“Nothing,” Luna said quickly, clutching the book to her chest. She didn’t trust him—not yet.

Seb raised his hands defensively, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Alright, alright. No need to get mad about it.”

“I’m not mad,” Luna mumbled, but her cheeks flushed slightly. She stood up, brushing dirt from her knees. “Why are you even here?”

Seb looked away, his gaze drifting toward the edge of the trees. “I like to explore. It’s… quieter down here, I guess.”

Luna blinked at him. That was the last thing she’d expected him to say.

“You don’t get scared?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Everyone says Piltover kids are scared of the Undercity.”

Seb met her gaze, his blue eyes sharp but honest. “I’m not scared.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, like two stray cats sizing each other up. Luna wasn’t sure why she didn’t just turn and leave. Maybe it was the way Seb looked at her—not with pity, not with disdain, but with curiosity.

Finally, Luna broke the silence. “Well… you should be careful. The Lanes aren’t nice to strangers.”

Seb grinned, just a little. “I can take care of myself.”

Luna wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she stepped back toward the edge of the trees, her notebook still clutched tightly in her arms. “I’m going home,” she said.

Seb tilted his head again. “Already? We just met!”

“My family is waiting for me,” that was most probably true. She had developed a habit of coming back a bit later than she was used to, not too much to scare anyone, but enough to have Vander waiting by the door for her.

Seb’s smile lingered. “Maybe I’ll see you again.”

Luna paused, glancing back at him. She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, her footsteps quiet and careful.

That night, as she sat cross-legged on her bed, Luna couldn’t stop thinking about the boy with the bright blue eyes and messy brown hair. She told herself it didn’t matter—that she didn’t need a friend like everyone else seemed to have.

But for the first time in a long time, the ache she carried didn’t feel quite so heavy.

And in the days that followed, Luna found herself wandering back to that same spot, just in case.

And for days, Seb wasn’t there.

It made her strangely restless—more restless than she thought was possible. Luna wandered farther than usual on those days, poking her head around corners and climbing up onto ledges she’d never climbed before. Always searching. And when she didn’t find him, she scuffed her shoes on the ground and muttered under her breath about stupid Piltover kids who thought they could just disappear.

Little did she know, Seb had been doing the same thing.

The day they finally crossed paths again, the air felt warmer than it had in weeks, as though the smog had thinned just a little, letting the sunlight trickle through. Luna had returned to her spot by the twisted cluster of trees, notebook in hand and a new charcoal pencil tucked behind her ear. She wasn’t drawing today, though. She was slumped against the roots with her knees pulled up, idly tracing patterns in the dirt with a stick.

The sound of footsteps made her ears prick. She froze, gripping the stick like a weapon as her heart thumped against her ribs.

“Hey!”

She knew that voice. Her head snapped up, and there he was—Seb—standing a few feet away, breathless and red-cheeked, like he’d been running. His hair looked messier than usual, and there was a faint scrape on one of his palms where he’d clearly fallen at some point.

“You,” Luna said, blinking at him, her voice somewhere between surprised and accusing.

Seb let out a breathless laugh, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “Me,” he replied, grinning. “Where’ve you been?”

“Where have you been?” Luna shot back, though there wasn’t much heat to it. She was too pleasantly surprised to see him, though she’d never admit it.

“I’ve been looking for you!” Seb stood up straight, brushing dirt off his pants. “I kept coming back here, and you were never around. I thought you left.”

“I did leave,” Luna said matter-of-factly. “After sitting around here for hours.”

Seb rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, you could’ve left a note or something.”

“A note?” Luna scoffed, crossing her arms.

Seb looked a little sheepish at that, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, yeah,” he muttered, but the smile on his face hadn’t faded. “Anyway, I’m here now.”

Luna stared at him for a moment, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to forgive him for being gone so long—though, truthfully, she wasn’t really mad. They had only met once, after all. But there had been something in their first encounter… Something obvious, that had brought the both of them back to the same place, that neither of them could deny. They had clicked.

Finally, she sighed and scooted over to make room on the roots of the tree. “Well, sit down, then.”

Seb hesitated only for a second before plopping down next to her, his elbows resting on his knees. For a moment, they sat in silence, the sounds of the distant factories humming faintly in the background. Luna watched him out of the corner of her eye, taking in the dirt smudges on his face and the loose thread on his collar. He looked more worn-in than the last time she’d seen him—more like a kid who’d been exploring, not a Piltover boy who belonged in spotless clothes.

“You look like you fell in a gutter,” Luna said finally, breaking the silence.

Seb laughed, a genuine sound that made Luna’s lips twitch. “I did fall,” he admitted, holding up his scraped palm like proof. “Some idiot put a hole in the fence, and I tripped on it.”

“Sounds like you’re the idiot,” Luna teased, though there was no real bite in her voice.

Seb grinned. “Hey, I still made it here, didn’t I?”

Luna didn’t reply right away, her gaze drifting back to the patterns she’d been tracing in the dirt. “Why’d you come back?” she asked quietly.

Seb blinked at her, as if the answer was obvious. “Because I thought you could be here.”

Luna’s hand stilled against the dirt. She didn’t look at him, but her heart thudded a little louder in her chest. She fiddled with the stick in her fingers, fighting the warmth that crept up her neck.

“You’re weird,” she mumbled.

Seb only laughed again. “Takes one to know one.”

Luna smirked, despite herself. She still didn’t look at him, but the corners of her mouth twitched. They sat like that for a little while, not saying much. The quiet between them wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable, though; it was the kind of quiet that felt like being on the edge of something new—like the moment before a storm rolled in or the air just before you took off running.

Seb finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “What do you do with that notebook all the time?”

Luna stiffened, instinctively holding it tighter to her chest. “It’s mine.”

Seb put his hands up again in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just asking. Not like it’s a treasure, or something.”

“It is treasure,” Luna said stubbornly, her voice quieter than she meant it to be. She turned the stick over in her fingers, her gaze fixed on the dirt. “You wouldn’t get it.”

Seb tilted his head, his curiosity unrelenting. “Try me.”

Luna hesitated. She didn’t want to tell him. Her drawings, her ideas, the little worlds she filled those pages with—they were hers. They were the one place where nobody could make fun of her or tell her she was too small, too young, too much in the way.

But Seb’s blue eyes were steady, waiting—not demanding, just patient.

“… I draw stuff,” she admitted finally, mumbling the words like she was afraid to say them too loud. “And I write things, sometimes.”

Seb’s brows lifted. “What kind of stuff?”

“Just… stuff,” Luna said vaguely. “People, places. Stories.”

“Stories?” Seb repeated, as though the word fascinated him. “Like made-up ones?”

“Yeah,” she said defensively, hugging the notebook closer. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing!” Seb said quickly. He seemed thoughtful, though, his gaze drifting to the trees around them as he spoke. “I think that’s cool. My sister does something like that, too. She always says stories are a way to make the world bigger.”

Luna blinked, startled. “You have a sister?”

Seb nodded. “Yeah. She’s older than me—smarter, too, probably. She reads a lot of books.”

Luna didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody talked to her about siblings like this—not unless they were teasing her about how much time she spent around Vi and Powder. It felt strange, hearing about Seb’s family like it was normal, like he trusted her enough to share it.

After a moment, she looked down at her notebook and muttered, “You’re the first person who’s ever said it’s cool.”

Seb glanced at her, his expression softening a little. “Well, it is.”

Luna didn’t reply, but the quiet warmth she felt earlier returned. She didn’t let herself smile, but she didn’t tell him he was wrong, either.

Seb stretched his legs out in front of him, tilting his face up to the smog-thinned sunlight. “You wanna show me something sometime? One of your stories?”

Luna’s immediate instinct was to say no—to tell him that her stories weren’t for sharing, that they were hers alone. But Seb had a way of asking that didn’t feel like prying. Like he really wanted to see, not just because he was curious, but because he thought it mattered.

“… Maybe,” she said at last, the word escaping before she could change her mind. “Not today, though.”

“Fair enough.” Seb grinned again. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Luna rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t stop the smallest of smiles from slipping through. “You talk too much.”

“Somebody’s gotta keep the conversation going,” Seb teased. “You’re terrible at it.”

Luna scoffed, but the sound turned into a laugh before she could stop it. She clamped her hand over her mouth, glaring at him. “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, but you’re laughing, aren’t you?” Seb shot back, his grin widening.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she shoved him lightly on the shoulder, just hard enough to make him stumble to the side with a laugh. He shoved her back—not too hard, just enough to make it a game—and for a little while, they forgot about the smog and the factories and the line that separated Piltover from the Undercity.

They were just two kids sitting under a stubborn tree, in a forgotten pocket of space where the world felt a little bigger than it had before.

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[nglitchx]

Arcane - Claggor/FanArt

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Was gonna do flowers but I got distracted, wound up doing this instead. I wanna do him with foliage tho, so imma look up some plant references & see if anything sticks with me. ————————————————————————

[claggorstuff]

Tis the season to get naked POP POP POP THAT BOOTY baby yous a freak 😛🥰

[the-herdier]

[wishfulsketching]

I have finally finished season 2 of Arcane and can now enjoy your art without fear!!! They should be happy together 🥺

I take it "they" means zaundads because that is what I've been drawing the most BUT, lets be honest, applies to like 98% of the characters in the show.

They should've been a big happy familyyyy

[peapeapeapa]

Just like me fr

[i-is-v-tired]

Act 1

Act 2

Act 3

[gobbogoo]

A quick Analysis of Grown-Up Mylo and Claggor:

Mylo was always the insecure middle child looking for attention, and we see bits of those traits have survived in the slightly ostentatious way he dresses compared to his siblings, and the sarcastic way he greets Ekko. While everyone else is drinking from old steins, he's waving around a cocktail glass. And of course there's his weedy little moustache, which like all young men his age was grown mostly for the novelty, and because he thinks it makes him look older.

Claggor meanwhile was the awkward second-eldest sibling who often shared Vi's sense of responsibility, but not her confidence or authority. This changed when Vi died, and evidently Claggor has taken over her duties as the eldest. He's leading efforts to clean up the undercity, and was the one who tells Powder to help out Mylo, to give some examples. His manner of dress is also the most practical of his siblings, with accessories chosen not for style, but because they assist in his work.

Lastly, I feel I should touch on how Powder is so quick to play wingman for Mylo. Obviously everyone's matured since they were kids, but this specifically tells me two things:

1. Mylo must have stopped bullying Powder after Vi died, and she now views him quite fondly.

2. Powder understands her brother's bravado is an act, and actively helps him with his lack of confidence.

If I had to guess, Vi's death hit Mylo almost as hard as it hit Powder. Grief often leaves us vulnerable, which is probably what allowed the pair to properly share their feelings and bond as siblings. Nothing builds empathy like personal tragedy, after all.

[livsjaded]

not over this look omfggggg !! i love herrr

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x07 - “Pretend Like It's the First Time” ↳ "Ah, if it isn't Zaun's royalty. My liege."

[misswynters]

Perfume

featuring. au! claggor x reader

requested by anon

Claggor was never shy about his affection towards you, even when surrounded by the crew. You were used to his small gestures of love, a hand resting on the small of your back, a quick kiss pressed to your temple, or his arm draped casually over your shoulders. But today, he seemed bolder than usual, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat creep up your neck as his hand reached for yours, tugging you closer.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice low. The others were lounging around in the hideout, deep in their conversation about their next scheme, but Claggor was entirely focused on you. Before you could process his intentions, he gently guided you to sit on his lap, his strong hands steadying you as he pulled you into place on his thigh.

You gave him a playful glare, glancing nervously at the others. “Claggor, they’re going to see.”

He shrugged, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Let ‘em,” he said simply, his fingers resting lightly on your upper thigh. “I’m comfortable. You?”

Despite your hesitation, you settled into him, leaning back slightly against his chest. His free hand found its way to your hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles that sent tingles up your spine. His warmth was comforting, and you could feel the scent of grime and metal on his skin as it mingled faintly with the perfume you’d dabbed on your wrists earlier.

“Smells like you’ve been busy again,” he remarked, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

You smiled, tilting your head slightly to give him a better view of the small glass vial tucked in the pocket of your apron. “I’ve been experimenting with lavender and citrus this time. Thought I’d make something light and fresh.”

Claggor chuckled, his voice rumbling pleasantly against your back. “Fresh, huh? Always smell good to me, sweet thing.”

His lips brushed the back of your shoulder, soft and lingering, and you felt your breath hitch. It wasn’t unusual for him to be affectionate, but something about his actions today left you flustered. His hand tightened slightly on your hip, pulling you closer against him as he buried his nose into the curve of your neck.

“This smell is driving me crazy, y'know that?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with a teasing edge.

Your cheeks flushed, and you tried to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. “Do I? Seems like you’re the one causing all the trouble right now.”

Claggor chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he spoke. “Not my fault, you smell so damn good. I can’t help it.”

You could feel the heat rising to your face, and you playfully swatted at his hand resting on your thigh. “Claggor, they’re right there.”

“They’re not paying attention,” he said with a shrug, though his grin betrayed just how much he enjoyed riling you up. “And if they are, let ‘em be jealous.”

Despite your protests, you found yourself melting against him, comforted by his steady presence. His hand slid just slightly higher on your thigh, his fingers warm against your skin. It wasn’t scandalous, not really, but there was something about the possessive way he held you that made your heart race.

“You should bottle this,” he said suddenly, breaking the moment with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Bottle what?” you asked, turning your head slightly to catch his gaze.

“The way you smell,” he replied, his grin softening into something sweeter. “I’d carry it around with me everywhere. Not that I’d ever need to. You’re always here.”

The sincerity in his words took you by surprise, and you felt a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the way his hands rested on you. You turned slightly, brushing your fingers against his cheek. Claggor leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was tender. It wasn’t demanding though. Just a sweet, lingering kiss that left you breathless.

The others finally seemed to take notice, with one of them clearing their throat loudly. “Oi, lovebirds! Save it for later,” Vi teased, though the amusement in her voice was clear.

You quickly pulled away, embarrassed, but Claggor just laughed, keeping his arm firmly around your waist. “Don’t mind us,” he called back, entirely unbothered by the interruption.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you leaned back against him. Despite the teasing and the audience, there was nowhere else you’d rather be. And as Claggor pressed another soft kiss to your shoulder, you knew he felt the same.

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[milkbean69]

Just thinking about Claggor and you in the bathroom stall, in some dingy bar bathroom. Him having you pushed up against the stall, your full front squished against the door. Both your moans being only heard by the two of you, but not by passerbys from bearly the lound music playing outside. The door shudders from the rapid assault on your hips as they slam against the door. He is relentless on you, as his thick cock bruises that special spot inside you. Reaching out, you try to put your hands any where to steady yourself, though there is nowhere you can escape from the pleasure coursing thought your body.

Claggor reaches down to cup your face, forcing you to look up at him. Your fucked out face says it all, bearely coheriant as you can't think straight from how good his cock fills you so full. Putting his free arm up to the stall door to brace himself as he finishes you out, as the door threatens to break off his hinges from the force. He knows your close, he's seen it many times before. The way your tears stream down you face, as he feels you pussy juice leak down his cock. You hear his grunts deepen, as he threatens to spill inside you. " Cum with me, I know you can do it baby" he says through choked grunts. That was all you needed before you feel yourself break, and the rest of yourself comes undone on his cock. You thank the gods for the music outside for allowing yourself to let him undue you in public like this.

[mizuki-scarlet]

Seeing these two again made me so happy, to see them grown up even if it was a parallel universe